HOMELESS

Matt 25: 35- 37

Even in my silence
My mind speaks louder than a shotgun
Behind the glass...
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me...


A few days ago I saw a girl no older than 13 or 14 lying on the dirty ground at the motor park.
She wrapped herself with a sack bag, obviously not wearing anything underneath.
Her eyes were closed as it seemed this was the only portion of peace she understood,

LOVE PERSONIFIED

when the heart loves, the body speaks

Sweet Heart,

Being with you these past few years has opened my eyes to true love

Its not in fairy tales, romance novels, but comes truly from above

Love needs strength, but you make it effortless

God blessed me with you, so the pain of sacrifice hurts less

In God's warm embrace is where am caught first

A Crown Of Gold And Not Of Wood

Sorrow calls my name everyday

But I have chosen to ignore her

Depression wraps her manipulative arms around my world

Yet I pretend not to see her

Sickness breaks my flesh

But I am covered with His blood

Doubt tries to find my peace

But my peace is with the Lord

And when I close my eyes

He speaks to my heart

Though my fullness may tarry

I am not forgotten

His plans for me are plans of good

Plans of good and not of evil

The King of the Universe made me an oat by blood

Elshaddai swore to me by His Word

It became flesh and dwells within my weak frame; 

Alas life in abundance 

To the covenant I live in accordance

Though my results tarry

He who made the ears hears my cry 

I am not forgotten

For I am a servant of His pleasure

A Royal Priesthood

Oh His plans for me are plans of good

So I say to my fears today, be gone

I say to my tears wait till dawn

For joys comes in the morning

The Lord will surely come

I am not forgotten

For His namesake I am not forsaken

I am bestowed with a crown of gold and not of wood

I am bestowed with a crown of gold

His plans for me are plans of good

Not plans of evil, but plans of good

By Kyng David,© 2013, All rights reserved. 

I Hear A Sound

"And Elijah said to Ahab, Go up, eat and drink, for there is the sound of abundance of rain. So Ahab went up to eat and to drink. And Elijah went up to the top of Carmel; and he bowed himself down upon the earth and put his face between his knees And said to his servant, Go up now, look toward the sea. And he went up and looked and said, There is nothing. Elijah said, Go again seven times. And at the seventh time the servant said, A cloud as small as a man's hand is arising out of the sea. And Elijah said, Go up, say to Ahab, Hitch your chariot and go down, lest the rain stop you. In a little while, the heavens were black with wind-swept clouds, and there was a great rain. And Ahab went to Jezreel." (1 Kings 18:41-45 AMP).

Give me a song for the storm

Some ray from the sun

Give some light in the dark

Push me across the mark

Give me a grain in the drought

Remove bitterness from my mouth

I wanna be happy

Tell me how to be happy

I hear a sound

There is the sound of abundance of rain

Blood God

Blood God!
Who is like unto Thee

Glorious in Holiness, who dares fight with Thee

You took the fight to the grave and came alive on day three

Haters sing, sing, but can't deny that am free

Am alone with Thee

And that's more than me times three

The world can't win cos greater than it is in me

Given I His power to tread, power for victory

Colors Of Your Love

I stole a glance..

She stole my heart..

photo: Fifi Kyng

A thousand ways I can call your name

A thousand way that are not the same

Listen only with your heart

And only with it understand

Even when I close my eyes

I still see the true beauty of you

Touch my heart

I will make it rain

Deep within I promise no pain...

Babe,

I can't stop dancing

To the colors

Colors of your love

And more...

FRAGMENTS

Tired heart

Where did I go wrong

Was I too forward to see forever from yesterday

Was it too soon to wish for...

Love came

With mighty hands so strong

Swept me off my feet and left me on the cold floor

Broken Calabash

Trust was shattered when a mother closed her eyes to the thieves in her home

A father was blinded by gifts while his pride was stolen

The calabash is broken

Such a beautiful edifice

Now hidden in the dust

Some say it fell from the heavens

Designs unmatched by the most skillful of hands

Patterns never seen by the human eye

Stolen away in the twisted heat of desire

Admired, abused, and abandoned

Little mother Africa

Calabash of pride

Forgiven

photo by Greg Olsen

Heart beating but I was a dead man walking

Telling tall tales but I was a silent man talking

Money slave, got on the train dust chasing

Essence lost; dead man hustling

Dancing to the sounds of death; devil whistling

Empty smiles at the pub; devil feasting

Warm bodies met naked thoughts; false loving

Tired of this living Lord!

Mad at the world; death wishing

Pride on the ground, knees bent, silence broken

The Times

photo: xposure

I treat pride like foolishness; SILENCE

I see greed as the fetus of VIOLENCE

The free world is a stage; MADNESS

Every man for himself like FRIENDLESS

Times are like sand paper call it ROUGHNESS

Encounter At The Cross

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Encounter at the Cross

How can I keep Silent

Since I was touched I've been praising God's heaven sent

Its a Good Friday, Heads bowed, knees bent

Cos of the Blood I can't be irrelevant

spin the tables ... this is my story

"I Am" is real...

Like the existence of Power

Breath in lungs...

Scramble for life every hour

Like the heat in the Fire

Invisible hydrogen in the Water

Like A Dream

photo: dawnali.com

I saw her...

Intense feeling in my gut

My soul threatened to jump out 

Without a touch I could feel the softness of her soul

I saw her...

Not riches, not silver, not gold

Not the suffering or or tears of life